memory bottles
washed up on the shore
diary notes
secrets of a dirty, painful past
needles draw my scars
opened wounds
oh what I'd give to apologize to you
my angel of doubt
loves to torture me
random thoughts remind me of
what I did to you
can't shake this guilt
prisoned in my own mind
because I can't let go
memory bottles
hanging on a string
singing me to sleep
dreaming of staring out a window
while the world passes by fast
dreaming of hands...
monsters who abused me
dreaming of crying
asking God to save me
when you're young
and shit keeps happening
hope becomes a empty black hole
faith is a seed that refuses to grow
here i am
fourteen
confused, hurting
this is not what I want
to be here, going nowhere
ask myself
what is it like
to know love and security
sex with boys?
sex with girls?
ask myself-who are you?
what do you want?
mom-I hate you!
dad-I don't need you!
world-just fuck off.
first love
first heartbreak
learn to move on
memory bottles
holding my secrets
to tell you everything
would take a whole century...
it's okay now...
not so down
little stars of happiness
shine at night for me
I smile now
and I laugh
because life turned out to not be so bad
memory bottles
tossed out in the water
for some lucky soul
to hold my secrets...
that are no longer mine.
Author notes
I wrote this yesterday...then finished it just now lol.
these lyrics don't tell the complete story and i'm sure i have some of you confused because of the way it's written (sorry about that. i just can't write alot of songs without them coming out enigmas. lol) but i hope that you get it. i'm sharing a part of me i don't really like to share because i usually get weird looks from people and my personal personal life makes them uncomfortable...but i need to talk about this stuff. and if i can't say it out loud...i'll say it in words on paper.
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This is wonderfuly cool
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This is very good
It is so sad and deep. It has so many painful memiores. but I think sometimes life turns around it shoves it in our face doesn't it? Very deep write. Thanks for sharing. Kassie -
Great work!!!!!!
This poem is amazing. I can almost picture someone sitting on stage with a spot light shining on them, they start to read and they can't hold back the tears but the tears just add to power of the poem. Keep up the good work and remember writing stuff out does help. -
*gives u the weird look* !!
naaa jst kiddin! actually this is kinda sad, some part of it reminds me of a certain song .. but i like how u changed it in the end.. nd oh i loved this part
"dreaming of hands...
monsters who abused me
dreaming of crying
asking God to save me
when you're young
and shit keeps happening
hope becomes a empty black hole
faith is a seed that refuses to grow"
u did an awesome job!nd yea always let ur words out! never keep them in, theres no purpose for that at all !!
wuv ya
me..
xxx
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There are some things that are too hard to put into words when saying it, yet when put down in pen, it's some how easier to express ourselves... Heh, shall I tell you a story about when I went to the principle's office for beating up an old childhoold friend? Heh, that's probably where I first started to subconsiously realize that I couldn't say how I felt... or basically grasping onto words that I can't even say. It's like trying to hold onto loose strings. But I'm happy that you shared this sweets.
And now down to the meat and bones of my comment on your poem I love how you used the repetition of the memory bottles. With my imagination, It's like I see a small person or soul trapped in it, watching the world around them flash through their eyes. Image after image, watching everything around them go by, until finally they free themselves from the bottle... Only leaving behind just a bit of themselves in there for others to see for themselves.
In some ways, this whole poem is basically a memory bottle. metaphorically speaking Well then, I better think of something to write tonight before I go to bed ^^ Continue to write
<3 Ibar~
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